Hello all, and welcome to the next (probably last and longest) chapter in the Tournament Hitman Prologue series! Disclaimer: No matter what I do I still don't own ut, no matter how hard I try! WHY NOT! Starts banging head against wall well anyways, on to the story (please r&R)

Chapter 3: The Capture

As David looked around in his jail cell, he realized what was going to happen…they were going to put him either in the tournament or in here for life. A growing sense of dread started to fill him, until on the screen he saw the most shocking sight ever: The man who had killed his parents running around on spectator vision for the tournament. He decided right there that he would have to try his hardest to get into the tournament so he could exact his revenge…

On his 3d day in jail, his trial was announced for 27 days later. His life in jail was routine. Wake up, head count, breakfast, exercise for 2 hours, football practice, lunch, free time, and so on. And so it was until the day of his trial. Using his amassed trillion credits he hired a lawyer. But not to get him off, he hired it for the offense so he would go into the tournament instead of being kept out, and he knew that with the crappy little assigned attorney he would be put in the tournament. The trial started off normally enough, what with the calling of witnesses such as people who had seen him coming down from the buildings after the murders, the medical examiners, and so on. Until, that is, the 13th witness was called, and just then the most amazing thing happened. Apparently Brandon had gotten in contact with his boss and his boss had called in all the hitmen and shown them all where his weapons stash was, because all of the sudden a flash-bang grenade went off, and only his immunity to it, due to having used it so often, kept him from being blinded and deafened by it. Then after that the door was blown off its hinges, and the entire crew of 80 hitmen burst through the door with his guns and the infinite ammo combo. Sadly, they never had chance. As with any case of anyone about to be put in the tournament, Xan Kriegor was standing in a one-way plexiglas window. He shot through it with his shock rifle he always carried with him, and with 80 shots had every hitman and his boss dead. He was immediately sentenced to life in the tournament, with the clause of course that if he won he was free. He was registered within 5 minutes, and his alias was now Sniper. He got his tournament I.D. and was sent to the tournament contestant holding grounds, where all contestants awaiting qualification are. His stats would be based upon how he does in the qualifying rounds. His life was mostly like it was in jail while he was waiting on his turn, except that now instead of football practice he received weapons ops courses. He found he liked the flak cannon, despite the horrible memories of his father's death it brought him. The quarters here were also a lot better than a jail cell. They didn't seem like prisoners cells, more like a 5 star hotel room. There was a plush, seemingly brand new couch against the wall facing a t.v. screen that was always tuned into the matches with one of the best (and most popular) teams, which at the moment were The Corrupt, Thundercrash and The Iron Skull Skaarj. At the moment it was Thundercrash, as both the Iron Skull's and Xan were recovering from gunshot wounds, Xan's was from the trial, when he had gotten hit by about 3 bullets from the old enforcers of 12 years ago, shot gangsta style. He also had a Liandri Network computer, which as is obvious from the name had access to only Liandri's Network. He decided to get on and do a little research…He searched for the name he had seen on the screen when he had seen the guy: Dessloch. The search took .0019 seconds. He pulled up his files.

Dessloch:

Real Name: Unknown

Age: Indeterminate.

Race: Necris

Team: Black Legion

Matches: 70

Wins: 56

Kills: 113

Deaths: 13

Current ladder: Assault

Current Status: Idle.

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Well now…that was very interesting…this guy seems pretty good though, and he could tell already he hated the Necris, any form of them…he hoped he did good in the qualifying rounds. Well, we'll see soon, we'll see just how good you are very soon...

So, What do ya think? I know it's kinda short, but bear with me, as this is finally the last chapter of the prologues! W00TINESS! Fast update too eh? Tell me what you think please, the actual story will be coming up soon, and please note that if you are offended by text gore, you should not read the next thing I churn out, because it will have very gory details…so, I'll try to update again in the next week, it should be getting better soon, and in the meantime, R&R please!